Tonight is my first Weight Watchers weigh in. (Or my 173rd, depending on which tour of Weight Watchers duty you consider this to be.)
In a perfectly sane and rational attempt at weighing less this eve, I actually SHAVED BOTH OF MY LEGS (and it isn't even Saturday) AND HAVE OPTED TO GO COMMANDO (my splendid rationale? "I'd like to keep my earrings on, so these just have to go.")
Tags: Reason #782 you don't want to be inside my head; mustard sandwiches; how it all began for Lindsey Lohan; growling stomach; why hasn't Hurley lost any weight, dammit?
Labels: Now weight one minute . . .